I Became a Barbarian's Bride - Chapter 137
He had ruined someoneâs life and now they spoke of healing? It was laughable.
The fact that she was being treated as a queen in that country didnât sit well with him.
What gave a wretched creature, whose very existence was a sin, the nerve to act so boldly?
No matter how much he had wished for her to die, she had stubbornly survived…
And now, she has disgraced him like this.
He was well aware of the increasing voices of criticism, both inside and outside the country.
Some people even claimed that the misfortunes began when the princess was exiled, calling her a saintess, spewing such nonsense.
âB*llsh*t.â
Thatâs exactly what it wasâb*llsh*t.
That sewer rat had been the source of the kingdomâs misfortunes, his misfortunes, no doubt.
If things hadnât improved since her departure, it must have been because she had cursed him or brought about that misfortune.
After all, she was a being whose very birth was a sin!
âQueen? Saint?â
What a joke.
She was a demon.
A demon who should have been torn apart by those filthy barbarians, her skin flayed and her blood spilled without so much as a whimper.
Her birth…
No, her very conception was a sin.
âIf it hadnât been for her, the former empress…â
She would still be by his side by now.
She would have loved him, supported him, and surely praised him for doing well now.
He chugged the alcohol, and upon seeing that the bottle was empty, he tossed it aside carelessly.
His eyes landed on the scattered documents lying on the floor.
âMaybe tomorrow.â
Whether he did it today or tomorrow, nothing would change anyway.
He staggered as he stood up.
Every night, he had nightmares.
Nightmares where that barbarian demon cut off his limbs and decapitated him.
Nightmares where red-eyed demons occupied his castle and beheaded his family, displaying their heads outside the walls.
He couldnât sleep.
This too, might be part of the curse she had cast on him.
Yes, it was all her fault.
It was all her fault.
The reason his face ended up like this, the reason the Crown Prince lost his arm, the reason the country was falling apartâeverything, everything, everything, everything!
It was all her fault!
The emperor gritted his teeth.
Small grievances and anger gradually flared up into a blazing fire.
He clenched his teeth, taking one step forward, then another.
âShould have killed her.â
He should have killed her.
Then, he wouldnât have to hear the noisy complaints of the ignorant masses.
If she had never been born, his peaceful reign would have continued.
âAh, itâs quite bitter.â
He should have killed her back then, when she was just a worthless, breathless infant.
The Emperor, who had whispered under his breath, finally staggered out of the office.
The maids, who had been holding their breath in the chaotic office, quietly began cleaning up.
***
âGood morning, Nisha.â
ââŚAh, good morning.â
What kind of expression should one have when the first thing they see upon waking is a man’s well-defined chest?
Nisha, unable to control the redness creeping across her face, lowered her head and sighed deeply.
The man, with his front hair slightly drooped and his eyes still heavy with sleep, pulled her into his arms.
âCan I stay like this for just five more minutes, princess?â
ââŚWell, I donât mind, butâŚâ
She couldnât help but wonder if he really had to do that while holding her like this.
As she opened her lips to speak and then closed them again, she looked down at the man who had buried his face into her shoulder and closed his eyes once more.
Nisha gave up and shrugged her shoulders.
Well, what could she do?
He wanted to stay like this, after all.
âPrincess, you should eat a little more.â
His murmured voice came with an abrupt suggestion.
His large hand, which had been idly stroking her back, slowly slid down to caress her waist.
